A couple of people have asked for this story based on my Monday Listicles… so, here it is…
The first time we went out on a “date”, we headed up to a small lake north of us. We walked around a bit and then decided to drive up to a lake that was bigger and further north.
We got lost in this small town on the way up to the second lake. (This happens alot, it should have been a sign…) We were driving around a block for the second time and this church has a saying on their sign…
It said “You don’t know where you are going, if you haven’t seen where you’ve been.” I said it out loud and Don thought it was cool.
(Years later, he told me he thought I had made it up… and I had to confess it was on the sign…)
Anyways, we drove around the lake for awhile and it started getting dark. We stopped at this one boat ramp and we were sitting on a picnic table and I decided to walk out on this boat dock.
Let me preface this by saying… I am clumsy on a GOOD day.
I walked out to the end of the pier and spun around really quick and lost my balance.
Did I mention I also can’t swim?
Don jumped up, God love him, to “save” me and came running towards me.
Thankfully, I regained my balance and didn’t fall in.
(He doesn’t let me walk on piers anymore.)
Somewhere in the evening we almost hit some Canadian geese too… and for the life of me I can’t remember if we got something to eat or not. For some reason, I remember a couple of Coca-Colas and a bag of Combos.
Our dates got better after the first “getting-to-know-you” one. The second and third one we went to dinner at the Spaghetti Warehouse and I managed to make it through the evening without falling off any piers.
I wonder if we still would have gotten married if I would have fallen in?